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But Margaret did not go further in her confessions, nor explain more lucidly why she had scant affection for Mait-land of St. Gatien's. "And had your poor father no other friends who could take care of you?" Janey asked. "There was a gentleman who called now and then; I saw him twice. He had been an officer in father's ship, I think, or had known him long ago at sea.
Gatien's, sitting by his fireside, attired in a gray shooting-coat, and busy with a book and a pipe. This gentleman had, on taking his degree, gone to town, and practised with singular success at the Chancery Bar. But on some sudden disgust or disappointment, he threw up his practice, returned to College, and there lived a retired life among his "brown Greek manuscripts."
Gatien's and betake himself to practical philanthropy. "You tell me you don't see much in life," Bielby had said. "Throw yourself into the life of others, who have not much to live on." Maitland made a few practical experiments in philanthropy at Oxford. He once subsidized a number of glaziers out on strike, and thereon had his own windows broken by conservative undergraduates.
Cranley declared, he had commended Margaret to his old officer, and had implored him to abstract her from the charge of the Fellow of St Gatien's. Margaret, as we know, did not entertain a very lively kindness for Maitland, nor had she ever heard her father speak of that unlucky young man with the respect which his kindness, his academic rank, and his position in society deserved.
Hearing the mad gallop of Gatien's horse, Madame de la Baudraye fled to her bedroom, followed by her mother. "There are no papers at the inn," said Gatien to Lousteau, who went out to meet him. "And you found none at the Chateau d'Anzy either?" replied Lousteau. "You have been making a fool of me," said Gatien, in a cold, set voice. "Quite so," replied Lousteau.
It would have been too rash for Dinah to seem cold or severe to Lousteau in Gatien's presence; and Etienne, taking advantage of this, offered his arm to the supposed Lucretia; however, she declined it. "Do you mean to cast off a man who has vowed to live for you?" said he, walking close beside her. "I shall stop at Sancerre and go home to-morrow."
Hearing the mad gallop of Gatien's horse, Madame de la Baudraye fled to her bedroom, followed by her mother. "There are no papers at the inn," said Gatien to Lousteau, who went out to meet him. "And you found none at the Chateau d'Anzy either?" replied Lousteau. "You have been making a fool of me," said Gatien, in a cold, set voice. "Quite so," replied Lousteau.
Gatien's had neither the presence of mind nor the linguistic resources necessary to relate the whole plot and substance of this narrative, at a moment's notice, in a cold police-office, to a sceptical alien.
The detective assured him that passports "spoil nothing." Had monsieur nothing stating his identity? Maitland, entirely forgetting that he had artfully entered his name as "Buchanan" on the hotel book, produced his card, on the lower corner of which was printed, St. Gatien's College.
Gullick arose, with bustling courtesy, to welcome her landlord, the Fellow of St. Gatien's. Immediately there was a stir among the men seated in the ingle. One by one some with a muttered pretence at excuse, others with shame-faced awkwardness they shouldered and shuffled out of the room. Maitland's appearance had produced its usual effect, and he was left alone with his tenant. "Well, Mrs.
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